Battle Through the Heavens: I Am Han Feng, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

He took out the Red Scale Purple Bamboo he had bought at auction from his storage ring and planted it in the soil.

"In a few days, your master will be heading out to handle some business. Aside from your daily cultivation, you'll have another task."

Han Feng pointed at the plants in the courtyard.

"Try to learn how to keep them alive."

"The relevant knowledge is all written in the Lingzhi Encyclopedia. I'll also give you a list of precautions tomorrow."

Lin Xian'er listened attentively.

"Alright, Master."

After agreeing, Lin Xian'er asked again,

"Master, how long will you be gone?"

Han Feng thought for a moment.

"About half a month. I'll come back once during that time."

"So don't slack off."

Lin Xian'er nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, Master. I won't slack off!"

Smiling, Han Feng took a token from his robes and handed it to his disciple.

"While I'm away, you need to learn how to protect yourself. This is a Protective Token. It can release a protective barrier in a critical moment."

Lin Xian'er put away the token and hid it somewhere concealed inside her clothes.

"Alright, go back inside. Your master has something to take care of outside."

After sending his disciple away, Han Feng left the small courtyard.

Mo City had a dedicated servant market. Some servants had been trained by the authorities, while others had come to offer themselves.

When Han Feng arrived, he found a crude official facility with a gate marked "Trading Point." Beside it stood two rows of servants waiting to be bought.

With a single sweep of his gaze, Han Feng secretly judged the character and habits of each person from their different reactions.

The saying that one's appearance reflected one's heart was true, especially under Han Feng's gaze, which carried the intimidation of Soul Power. Some people's disguises simply could not be hidden.

After looking around, Han Feng did not find any servants he particularly liked.

That was normal. After all, Mo City was a small city, and the quality of servants was generally not very high.

The few worthwhile ones would have already been picked out. Han Feng was hardly the only person with a discerning eye.

However, just as Han Feng was about to ask the Mittel Auction House to help him look around, a frail green-haired woman in ragged clothes entered the market with a child barely one or two years old.

She found an empty spot, took out a sign, and held it up.

Bringing a child to a servant market was certainly a first.

Han Feng stepped closer and saw the words written on the sign: "Can do any work. Wages: ten copper coins a day."

She was extremely cheap labor. Looking at the woman's emaciated body, Han Feng worried that she might collapse at any moment.

How many days had it been since she had eaten her fill?

Shifting his gaze to the child beside her, Han Feng found the little one staring at him with an intensely longing look.

The child was wrapped from head to toe in coarse cloth, with only half her face exposed. Such clothing was not unusual in Mo City.

"Look up."

Han Feng spoke.

The green-haired woman's body trembled violently before she timidly raised her head.

There was a vicious scar on her right cheek.

The moment the woman met Han Feng's eyes, she quickly looked away. The inferiority in her eyes was practically overflowing.

Indeed, Han Feng, handsome as jade and carrying himself with imposing grace, and the ragged woman kneeling on the ground seemed like people from two clearly separate worlds at a glance.

A few seconds later, perhaps for the sake of survival, the green-haired woman raised her head again and looked at Han Feng stubbornly.

"Sir, do you need a servant?"

That look was interesting. Han Feng smiled. "You look... like you're not particularly capable?"

The green-haired woman immediately said, "I can cook, I can clean, I can mend clothes... I-I can read. I've gone to school. I..."

Before she could finish, someone beside her interrupted.

"Sir, don't believe her. She used to be an Eldest Young Lady, but then she was taken by snake people. Who knows how filthy she is? She definitely can't do any work!"

That person looked at the green-haired woman with arrogance and contempt.

As though finding someone beneath them could boost their own confidence and pride.

Even though they were both servants waiting to be sold.

Han Feng did not even have the interest to look at that person. He took out a silver coin and placed it in the green-haired woman's hand.

"Come with me. I happen to need a servant."

The green-haired woman's dim eyes immediately lit up. She hurriedly stood from the ground, but because she was too weak, she stumbled and fell back down.

The child beside her anxiously supported her mother. The green-haired woman gritted her teeth and finally managed to stand steady.

"Tch, she doesn't even have the strength to stand up, and she has the nerve to be a servant?"

Someone nearby spoke jealously.

Anyone with eyes could see that Han Feng was either rich or powerful.

If they could follow him, even as a servant, it would be an opportunity.

The green-haired woman held the child's hand and looked at Han Feng cautiously.

Han Feng paid no attention to those mocking remarks.

Compared to others' judgments, he trusted what he saw himself.

A kind person, even if humble as dust or hideous as a demon, could not hide that trace of goodwill toward the world in their eyes.

From what the others had said, Han Feng could roughly guess what the green-haired woman had gone through.

On the Dou Qi Continent, where strength reigned supreme, the weak had no choice but to endure such helplessness.

Han Feng walked out of the market, and the green-haired woman followed close behind him as if afraid of getting lost.

The passing pedestrians glanced, intentionally or otherwise, at Han Feng and the woman behind him.

"You're quite famous, aren't you?"

Han Feng said to the green-haired woman with a smile.

That single sentence made the green-haired woman wish she could disappear into the ground. She lowered her head and said apologetically, "Master, I'm sorry."

The way she called him Master made Han Feng feel a little awkward. He replied, "You don't need to apologize. I don't care about that."

The three returned to the small courtyard. After entering, Han Feng had the green-haired woman wash up first.

Seeing that her master had brought two people back, Lin Xian'er stood nearby and watched curiously.

"Master, who are they?"

"I found someone to clean the house."

"Huh?"

Lin Xian'er scratched her head.

"Master, I can clean too."

"You just need to focus on cultivation. Someone else can handle these chores."

"Oh."

Lin Xian'er nodded in agreement.

After washing up, the green-haired woman came out of the bathhouse with the child.

Seeing that the two were still wearing their old dirty clothes, Han Feng said, "Sorry, I forgot to buy you new clothes."

"Master?!"

The green-haired woman was startled that Han Feng had actually apologized to them, and she hurriedly waved her hands.

"Make do with this for now."

Han Feng took out a robe from his storage ring and placed it in the green-haired woman's hands. At the same time, he had Lin Xian'er take out a new set of clothes and give them to the child.

Blushing, the green-haired woman bowed to Han Feng. Then she returned to the bathhouse with the child, washed them again, and came out in their new clothes.

The child, whose body had previously been mostly covered, finally revealed her true appearance.

She was a Little Girl with green hair as well.

Unlike her mother's gaunt cheeks, the Little Girl was quite healthy, with rosy cheeks and a natural air of innocence.

The instant Lin Xian'er saw her, her eyes lit up.

Children always liked finding playmates. It seemed this adorable green-haired little girl had caught Lin Xian'er's eye.

"Xian'er, take the Little Girl out to play first."

"Alright, Master!"

Lin Xian'er ran over, took the little girl's hand, and walked outside with her.

The little girl looked at her mother. Once she saw her nod, she followed Lin Xian'er out.

Only the green-haired woman and Han Feng remained in the room.

Thud!

The green-haired woman suddenly knelt down.

"Master, thank you for being willing to take us in!"

To the woman, there was no longer any place for her in all of Mo City.

Her family had been killed by snake people. After being disfigured, she had also been violated. She had struggled to return to Mo City alive, only to discover that she was pregnant. In the end, she gave birth to a child with snake people blood, becoming the most despised target of Mo City's residents.

Though kind by nature, she still cherished her child. But having lost any place to belong and become the target of everyone's hostility, she no longer had the ability to support the two of them.

Han Feng's willingness to buy them was already an immense blessing to her.

"I don't care about your past, so there's no need for you to belittle yourself. My reason for buying you is simple: someone who starved herself until she was skin and bones while raising her child plump and healthy must be someone who knows how to care for children."

Han Feng said, "I'll give you enough money. Your duty is to take care of my disciple and your daughter."

Tears streamed from the corners of the green-haired woman's eyes. She bowed again in gratitude to Han Feng.

"Alright, tell me your name."

Han Feng stepped forward and helped her up. He was not used to people repeatedly bowing and kowtowing to him.

"I... this servant, this servant is called Ye Qingyun."

Seeing that she was still so restrained, Han Feng knew it would be difficult to change her mindset in a short time.

"Qingyun, eat first. We can discuss everything else after the meal."

"Yes, Master. I'll make it right away!"

Ye Qingyun immediately bowed.

"No need. I already bought food."

Han Feng took out the food he had purchased from his storage ring.

"I'll try your cooking tomorrow."

On the other side, Lin Xian'er was getting along very smoothly with the little girl.

Under Lin Xian'er's gentle prompting, the little girl told her everything.

Her name was Qinglin. She and her mother had depended on each other for years, and the people in the city seemed to dislike them both.

Her mother had told her that she must keep her arms covered and never let outsiders see them.

As she spoke, the little girl hugged her arms tightly, refusing to let them show.